Hello, this is Aren, English is not my first language, so im sorry for any grammar mistakes or spelling.
I haven't watched the whole move yet, but i looove Lamar, so im sorry if his dialogue or narrative is OOC. Everytime i listen to 'everybody here wants you' by Jeff Buckley, all i cant think about is Lamar. And also i got tired of writing by the end, so im sorry if it's kinda rushed.
Reader is a records clerk working in the police department same as Lamar in Florida, and TW Lamar is a bit stalker-ish. Please enjoy reading and don't hesitate to drop critics or review.
You are a breath of fresh air in the thick, suffocatingly cold fluorescent air of the police department, at least that's what people thought of you. As a records clerk you talk a lot to other detectives, supervisor, patrol officers, and they seemed to like to linger around when they are dropping off reports or searching for any.
And one of them that stood out the most to you was Lamar Dickey, in every quiet way, unlike the others. When the others would try to flirt with you, Lamar would talk to you without wasting words, and he actually listen to you. His eyes, intense but tired, would focus on your eyes and drift to your nose, then lips once a while.
And then you'd notice the way his eyes would study your desk when he is requesting a file, the fake flowers you got from your colleague, the chipped mug to hold your favorite pens and highlighters, the log book always in the middle of your desk. Maybe it's the way he looks at you with such intensity and actually listen to everything you say, but it made you feel something in your stomach, maybe butterflies or whatever your body does when he shows up.
You remembered your second day at work, the first time Lamar talks to you, he looks like he'd rather be out of the bullpen, “hey, i need the Carter file. ’92, you got it?” He asked, it sounded a little bit too rehearsed was your first thought, but you smile politely at him and got up from your chair to search for the file. After Lamar left, your colleague told you that he is the straightforward, punchy, and too honest guy.
And they were right, a few hours later Lamar returned with the Carter file in his hand, he put it down slowly on your desk, his eyes focused on yours, “date’s right, but the tag’s wrong. Thought you’d wanna know,” he murmured softly, his expression entirely too flat.
The rest of the weeks goes like that, detective would playfully tease you and told you to take your time to search the files, patrol officers would talk to you about the heroic stuff they did during patrol, and Lamar would ask for what he needs, without bullshit, while using the time to study you intensely.
But out of all, Lamar was the first one to have the courage to actually asked you out, or not, invited you was maybe the right word, which happened just a few hours ago. “You get off at six, right?" He asked, as if he didn't get off at the same time, “There’s a place couple blocks down, it's quiet, if you want to come with me," he said softly this time, the sentence slipping out as if it had been practiced in private.
And here you are now in a niche jazz club, sitting on a corner booth, it was awkward and new, but Lamar was two glass down and he looks at you like you are the center of his universe. "They watch you at the station," he started, "talked about you," his lips curl into an almost smile as he huffed a laugh, barely noticeable under the dim light, "that's the problem, you gave them ideas."
Night goes on and you'll have to go back home eventually and feed your furry child, so you told him about it, he didn't immediately answer and lean forward against the table, “you in a hurry, or...?” He asked softly, showing you a rare smile on his face. "Obviously," you said, smirking at him.
You ended up in the backseat of his car, legs spread open as he settles in between, his belt unbuckled and slacks and boxer pulled down just enough to free his half hard cock. He leans down, his lips kissing and licking under your ear, to your neck, his hands moved to cup your clothed ass, lifting you up slightly so it'll be easier for him to fuck you.
“…Everybody there wants you,” he croaked out as he insert his cock into you, slowly and gently, like he is savoring the feeling rather than actually caring about you, “you don’t seem to notice, though." He began to move his hip slowly, gasping once a while, his lips would continue it's assault on your jaw and neck.
“You don’t look at me the same way," he stated, his hips moving slightly faster, "you're just so beautiful," he murmured softly, pulling away to look into your eyes, his movement suddenly became frantic, matching with how you thrust upward, meeting his in the middle. “And they don’t get this version of you,” he murmured as he leans his forehead against yours, "i do, i got it... And only i got it, right?"
"Right?" He pressed, one hand moving to rub your clit using his thumb, up and down and again and faster. "Just me, just us like this," his movement getting faster and clumsier, "come for me, come on, baby," he sighed softly, then he kiss your lips slowly, passionately, like he never wants it to end.
